Zhou Ruoruo stared openly at several peers playing together, also glaring intermittently at Qiao Qingyu.
If the child were as young as Jiao Jiao, Qiao Qingyu would have picked her up and reprimanded her.
Even if she didn't grasp the deeper morals, surely if Qiao Qingyu told her ten times, one would sink in, right? However, with this little girl, Qiao Qingyu really felt helpless.
She only listened to what she wanted, pursued only what she desired.
Moreover, living next door, if you appeased her with laughter and softness, that was normal, but if you were ever stern with her, she would stamp her feet and instantly burst into tears, dashing into the house before you could react, all the while crying out, "Mommy, Mommy, someone is bullying me..."
Such scenes hardly required envisioning; they always happened.
Qiao Qingyu turned away, pretending not to see the child as she returned to her own home.